gaze. What is Vivian talking about? She’s all too eager to fill me in.
“He was put away for statutory rape! And now he’s doing the same to you!” she screeches. I’m dumbfounded. What in the world? That can’t be true, can it? Did my lover really serve time?
I stare at Trent, waiting for him to deny the accusation. I wait for him to call her bluff and tell her to mind her own business. Or at the very least, to reproach Vivian for following us to Bear Forest and not respecting our privacy. But he’s silent as the grave. His hands dig deep into his pockets, those massive shoulders slumped. He glances up at me, eyes full of shame, and suddenly I know Vivian’s accusations are true. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but Vivian’s orange claw of a hand grabs me by the wrist and I allow her to drag me away. I’m practically wrestled into the passenger seat of her car, the door slamming shut unceremoniously behind my limp form.
The whole way home, Vivian continues yelling at me but I don’t even hear the words due to my numb state. All I can think about is how stupid I’ve been – because of course this whole thing was too good to be true. A guy as hot as Trent, interested in me? A curvy, shy, teenager half his age? It’s not possible, and it wasn’t possible. I was dumb, full stop.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!” Vivian is screaming at me now. “Letting some rapist take your virginity!” I close my eyes, trying to get my bearings.
“I didn’t know he was a rapist,” comes my calm voice.
“So he’s a liar, too!” reproaches Vivian. I keep my eyes pressed shut. I don't want to discuss this with her. But my mom doesn’t let up, yelling at me all the way home. As we pull into the driveway, I open the door before the car’s even fully stopped.
“Absolutely disgusting,” she yells from behind. “Taking you into the middle of some forest so he can have his way with you!” I enter the house, still biting my lip. But then the barriers cave and I can’t take it anymore. Spinning around, I turn tear-filled eyes her way.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Mom! You've been trying to get me to lose my virginity for years, telling me to -” I say, using my fingers to make air quotations marks, “- get it over with.” Vivian stares at me in shock. “So I got it over with! I let the ex-con next door sweet talk me into fucking me. I’m happy about it. Why shouldn’t you be?” I throw at her. “It’s my body after all.”
Vivian is dumbfounded and I use this opportunity to escape her awful company, running up the stairs to lock myself in my room.
Sitting on my bed, breathing hard, I can still feel the effect of Trent’s enormous, hard cock pushing into my virginal pussy. It’s sore, and I have to shift my weight a bit to get comfortable. But even though I’m bruised and hurting down there, I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. I can't bring myself to hate him. Actually, I can’t even bring myself to believe my mom’s accusations. After all, why should I just take Vivian’s word? If it’s true, I want to hear it from his own mouth. I want to give Trent the chance to tell his side of the story. After all, there are many angles to a situation like this … and I want to hear the words from the man himself.
13
Trent
I wait for a good hour before I start heading back home. Because shit. This is a clusterfuck for sure. What the hell was Vivian doing in the nature reserve? I’ve never seen her wear anything but high heels, mini-skirts and tight yoga outfits. She must have followed us here and waited in the forest for an opportune moment. I could kick myself for not taking Janie’s earlier sighting seriously. She said she saw something fluorescent orange flashing in the forest, and it had to be her mom stalking us.
Fuck this shit. I have absolutely no desire to run into that screeching madwoman again, even if her accusations are technically true. I look down at the moss where only just a little while ago, I took Janie’s virginity. It already seems like ages ago now. Her little backpack lays on the ground, where